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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old  enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result  from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't
distribute  in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is 
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things  mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations  of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

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 Angelina the Naive Nymphette (Part 1) - (f-solo,exhib) 
 by Jeff Zephyr  (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. 
 All Commercial Rights Reserved.


Angelina the Naive Nymphette   


The spot between her legs was her treasure, a gift from God as she
always  thought of it.  No one had told her what the purpose of the
rapturous sensations  contact there generated. On her own, she had
decided that such ecstasy had to  come from the source of love, God.
It was something to enjoy, though she wished  she knew more about its
nature.

  Angelina was naked in the woods near the old farmhouse that had been
her home  for over ten years.  Lying among the leaves, feeling the
afterglow of the  sensations she called "the love of God," which came
from touching her body, and  most intensely from between the warm
moistness between her legs. An observer  would have called her
beautiful, at the least, but the 14 year old girl didn't  know that,
nor would she have truly understood how exciting she looked, quite 
developed for her age.  Blonde hair, mid-length with natural curls, a
face and  body unblemished by acne and with evidence of extensive,
loving exposure to the  sun, and a shape that could easily have
inspired sculptors to a new rendition of  Venus, she would have
dazzled even dressed.  In her natural state, with the  flush of orgasm
still on her, even a priest would have been tempted.

 She knew that her body responded to touch, not just her hands, but
the wind,  rain, brushing against leaves and trees, and the lovely
sensations of swimming  in the pond near the house.  Naked, she could
enjoy touches at every point, and  though she neglected nothing, it
was the point between her legs that always  ended her tactile
explorations.  Nothing matched the sensations there, whether  from
fingers, twigs, or just the rush of wind and rain.

  The old nun, Sister Abigail, was both teacher and guardian to
Angelina, yet  never answered any questions about sexual pleasure, or
even details about sex  itself, pleasurable or not. Icy silence
answered any unwanted inquiries, or  worse, threats of punishment,
which Angelina knew would quickly become reality.   However, the old
gray-haired woman's orders stopped her from giving any  information
about sex at all, or doing anything to reduce the girl's innocence.  
Therefore, Angelina never learned that sex was evil, or even what sex
actually  was.  Orgasm and masturbation she had learned on her own,
but not the names or  reasons for them.

  The sum total of her teaching on sex was that after marriage to a
good man --  and no one would marry any other kind -- you would learn
to know him in a  special way, as the bible taught. From that union,
the blessing of children  would come.  Sister Abigail never gave any
details on the process. In their  isolation, with no people able to
visit without permission, she was able to keep  all knowledge of
sexuality from Angelina, and much else of the nature of life  and
relationships.  The young girl had not even seen a man or boy, no male
at  all, during her stay there, and had only the vaguest idea of the
difference  between the sexes.

  True enough, the onset of puberty brought a need to deal with the
"curse of  Eve."  But only the basic mechanics of dealing with the
situation were taught,  not the cause of it.  It was just another bit
of life for the girl, nothing  special, part of growing up, like the
growth in her breasts and hips, and the  new hair on her body.  Sister
Abigail was especially reluctant to discuss this  particular bloody
topic, and by that age, Angelina was no longer disposed to  question
her cold, demanding teacher.

  The old nun was the ideal candidate for the unusual requirements
that  Angelina's Great Grandmother Letitia had set for her.  If
Abigail ever had the  slightest sexual feelings, she never revealed
them.  Not even in the negative  fashion, by disapproving of the
girl's sexual explorations or nudity, though  neither did she show
approval.  When Angelina would be discovered naked outside,  as she
often liked to play "Eve" in the garden and woods, her only punishment
came from the cold of nature.  Sister Abigail did punish her for
skipping  lessons or chores to play outside, naked or not, and would
discourage her from  running around the house naked, or near it, on
the grounds that she might catch  cold, or get dirty, and also, that
she had to do her lessons properly attired,  in order to learn well. 
When Angelina moaned in her room at night, feeling the  "love of god,"
Abigail in no way chastised her, nor did she mention it, beyond 
reminding her to do her prayer phrases by lesson, not just whatever
she felt  like doing. The girl never saw the old woman unclothed in
any way, nor heard any  moans from her room at night.  It was as
though her teacher and guardian were  beyond such feelings, as far as
Angelina could tell. She had long before learned  not to pry far into
the personal life of the people she knew.

  Angelina was blissfully unaware of the situation that had prompted
her  placement in this isolated wilderness.  Vague memories of her
parents filled her  dreams, but they were gone from her waking life,
and she had not wondered about  them for a long time.  She believed
they were dead, and that this place was  where she was supposed to be,
since everyone told her so.  Her inheritance, as  the heir chosen by
her Great Grandmother, who had never come to this place since 
Angelina arrived, was also unknown to her, but it was her family's
resources  which made this possible.  Keeping the secret, and
enforcing the rules, was  something at which Sister Abigail excelled. 
While Angelina rarely feared the  old woman, despite her cold
aloofness, the other visitors were very deferential,  almost fearful.

  Angelina was lonely for friendly companions, but didn't understand
what she  was missing.  No pets were allowed, though she did observe
the animals and birds  around her home, and would find seeds and
scraps of food to feed them, when she  was alone in the woods.  But
the wild animals weren't the same as a pet, and  couldn't offer the
closeness she needed. Observation of animal reproduction  didn't lead
to knowledge of how humans did so, and Angelina's teaching directly 
suggested that it was otherwise.

  Sister Abigail would permit hugs from the girl, but never returned
or  encouraged them.  In teaching, she was strict though punishment
rarely involved  physical contact. Instead, Angelina would be deprived
of treats, assigned extra  chores, confined inside the house, and the
ultimate threat, confined to a  windowless cellar room for severe
disobedience.  After one bad incident, with  several days spent in
that cell at age eight, Angelina ceased attempting to hug,  or even
touch, the old teacher.  It was near that time that she developed the 
persistent habit of playing "Eve in the garden," though she had no
Adam of her  own, or even a good likeness to imagine what one would
be. No real clue as to  why being naked could be wrong, either.  To
run and play outside was her freedom  and release, and when she
learned the pleasures of her body, it was even more  important to her.
Losing it due to disobedience wasn't acceptable, so at the  house, she
was a very good, proper student.  Her curriculum was unusual, 
omitting much of history and biology, those things which could lead to
revealing  the evils of mankind.  Yet it lacked nothing for basic
education, and little in  pure intellectual pursuits and sciences. 
Her religious instruction was also  limited, since it was impossible
to avoid revealing evils in the process.  A  great deal of her
instruction came directly from her teacher, without references  to
anything beyond.

  Complete isolation was impossible, of course, because food and other
supplies  had to be delivered, and Sister Abigail couldn't handle
every teaching task, nor  medical needs.  Little additional
information was available from these visitors  early on, despite
Angelina's curious questions.  They seemed as unwilling to  answer on
certain topics as Sister Abigail, even when the old woman wasn't 
around.  All of the visitors were female, adults, and tended not to
speak to the  young girl living there, avoiding contact, though they
did look at her.  The two  who delivered supplies never even revealed
their names, and if Angelina went too  close to them, she'd be ordered
inside to do chores, or simply confined to her  room.  She didn't know
what was wrong with speaking with other people, but she  knew that
there was some reason for it.

  Sister Abigail almost never left the house, but when she did leave,
or was  sick, Sister Christina, a young woman in her mid-twenties, shy
and reserved, was  around to help out.  Though Christina wasn't all
that young, she was much  younger than the other visitors, and was the
closest to a real friend for young  Angelina.  Sister Christy, as
Angelina usually called her (Abigail refused to  accept Abby, or any
other shortening, of her name) taught music, dance, and art,  things
that the serious Abigail wasn't able to deal with well.  Christy had
the  most contact of the visitors, along with the Doctor (who never
gave a name, just  that title). None gave Angelina much more
explanation of the world outside, but  their contact and friendliness
was an essential bit of light and hope in the  girl's life.  Without
them, Angelina might have fallen into despair, with none  but the
cold, practical teaching and guardianship of the old Sister Abigail.

  Sister Christy told Angelina, often, that she loved her.  Not just
that God  did, as he did all things, which is all that old Abigail
ever said of love.  The  Doctor also told her that she was loved. 
Though the older Doctor was less  inclined than Christy to let the
girl hug her, and sit close, both offered that  most human contact to
her.  Neither lived at the house, though Christy would  sometimes stay
for weeks.  Those days when only Sister Abigail was around,  Angelina
was glad for chores which let her be outside, and more for the time
she  was allowed to just play and wander around, especially when she
could get naked.

  The Doctor saw her naked often during examinations, never insisting
that she  cover up in a gown or such, and of course, realized that her
all-over tan was  the result of frequent exposure.  Though the Doctor
called her pretty, she  avoided giving any outward sign of the sexual
effect the girl had, as she was  growing up into a lovely young woman.
Angelina had been a beautiful child, even  at age eight, when she
first discovered the joy of rubbing her naked body  outside against
leaves and sand.  Learning that playing "Eve" gave her a freedom  from
Sister Abigail, who did not want to discourage this innocence by 
displeasure even with her presence, made her want to do it all the
time, even in  the snows of winter.  The cold did restrict her time
spent naked, but the  sensations of cold wind and snow against her
body were worth it, There was  always private time in the barn later,
which had a small stove, enough to warm  her up after such adventures,
and it was acceptable for her to do so naked,  ostensibly for bathing,
even though there was a perfectly fine tub in the house.

  By age 10, her nipples grew and became very sensitive, with the
flesh around  them expanding.  That year as well, new hairs grew
between her legs and under  her arms, and it seemed to Angelina that
her whole body was becoming more  sensitive to touch, most especially
that place between her legs.  The Doctor  explained this as just part
of growing up, a natural development, and nothing to  worry about. 
The early blossoming of the girl's body affected the Doctor, and 
Angelina noticed the lady staring at her, after an examination.  Even
though the  Doctor surely had more than enough time to look at the
naked girl, and even  touch her, she kept looking at the lovely girl,
who sat naked, legs apart,  waiting for the Doctor to tell her to go,
or get dressed.  When Angelina asked,  "What are you looking for? Is
something wrong with me?", the Doctor's quick,  embarrassed reply
confused the girl.

  "Uh, no... nothing's wrong.  I was just noticing how pretty you
were, that's  all, like in a painting."

  Later that day, Angelina heard raised voices from both Sister
Abigail and the  Doctor, but wasn't able to hear the words.  She
thought that there was still  something wrong, a problem with her, but
she couldn't imagine what it was.

  The next visit from the Doctor seemed normal, except that the lady
was more  aloof, and wouldn't answer any questions about the previous
visit. Very  professionally, she looked away from the naked girl as
much as she could.  As  Angelina got older, and the signs of her
arousal became harder to ignore, it was  difficult for the Doctor to
keep her demeanor so calm, but somehow, she managed  it.  Despite the
lack of enthusiasm on the Doctor's part in appearance, Angelina 
thoroughly enjoyed the physical contact of the Doctor's examinations,
especially  those of the places between her legs.  The Doctor washed,
but didn't use gloves  for the majority of the exam, and being
touched, especially on her pleasurable  points, thrilled Angelina. 
The girl wanted more, but knew better than to ask,  especially when
Sister Abigail might hear.

  Sister Christina did not have equal opportunity to observe Angelina
closely in  the nude, but even with clothing on, she was an attractive
girl, with an  innocent sensuality that was hard to ignore.  Angelina
loved life, and all of  the pleasures she could find in it, and showed
it often.  While Sister Abigail  took little notice of her exuberance,
and would quickly direct her to more  intellectual pursuits, Christy
encouraged her enthusiasms.  Though the young  Sister did not mention
or participate in the girl's sexual playing, she did  follow Angelina
into the woods when she was naked, and observed it often.   Unlike
Sister Abigail, Christy did not tell her to clothe herself when in the
house, or near it.  When it was warm, Christy let Angelina paint,
sing, and  dance, naked and lovely.  Though Sister Abigail seemed
aware of this situation,  it was apparently acceptable as long as the
reason was to improve the teaching  environment.  Naked, the girl's
muscle movements were far more clear than with  clothes on, and
Angelina enjoyed the brief touches that Sister Christy's ballet 
teaching sometimes required.  Though Angelina would often hug Christy,
even  while naked, Christy never initiated that contact, at least
until Angelina  turned fourteen.  Nor did she reveal any overt
attraction to the girl, though  her naked beauty and innocent lust
were hard to ignore.

  Sister Abigail was an excellent teacher of the academic arts, and by
herself,  gave her young charge an education better than most school
systems could manage.   But it was Sister Christina that encouraged
Angelina to explore sensuality and  joy, and helped accept, if not
explain, the wonderful pleasures that she  experienced from touching
herself, and rubbing her body against things.  The  experience of art,
music, and dance, along with general athletics, was joyous,  and the
young girl's joy was reflected in her teacher.

  By age 13, Angelina regularly enjoyed the pleasures from her body,
and Sister  Christina spent more time observing her in the woods. 
There were times during  her classes, especially dance, where Christy
would touch Angelina, or let  Angelina brush her body against hers,
pushing her breasts against fingers, or in  her teacher's face. 
Sister Christina sometimes would pretend to ignore such  contacts, or
act as though it was mere accident, but after each such incident,  it
would be several days, sometimes weeks, before she would return to
teach  again.  Angelina wasn't sure whether the touches and departures
were related, as  Christy did spend time away occasionally.  Sister
Abigail, when pressed,  insisted that it was merely business, personal
or otherwise not the girl's  concern.  Angelina was never sure, but
she worried that somehow, there was  something wrong in her life, that
her only friend would be gone away, and might  not come back.

  When Angelina reached her 14th birthday, she was a very attractive
girl, with  a woman's figure starting to appear, and a poise of
sensuality which was  difficult to miss, even when she was clothed. 
The "love of God" she enjoyed  frequently, especially during the hot
summer of that year.  Sister Abigail's  lessons were less intense now,
and the girl was able to keep up without constant  direction.  In
addition, the old Sister seemed to spend more time alone herself, 
leaving the girl to wander around, without apparent escort or watch. 
The girl  did go quite far from her home, but never saw a sign of
other people.  She knew  that there were some, elsewhere, but she had
no clue where to go.  One day, she  went so far away, naked, that she
couldn't find her way by night, and it rained.   Shivering and cold,
she managed to find her way back.  The Doctor and Sister  Christy were
both at the house, worried sick about her.  Despite her nudity, 
Sister Abigail made no complaint, and just let her come in, to be
checked out.

  Warming up her body heated more than just her skin.  Angelina hugged
Christy,  and the Doctor.  After a hot shower, during which Angelina
caressed herself, but  not quite to climax, the Doctor examined her
again.  This time, only the Doctor  was present, and though the
examination didn't strictly require close contact  with Angelina's
sensitive spots, Angelina asked for that.

  "I feel funny there.  Could you take a look, feel and see if it is
OK?"

  "OK, my girl, I can do that."

  It didn't take long for the Doctor to find that there was nothing
wrong, but  she couldn't ignore the hot moisture between the girl's
legs, which wasn't from  her shower.  Though it was forbidden, the
Doctor spent longer than usual  examining the girl's private place,
and then, examined her breasts, even though  Angelina had not
mentioned them.  Angelina sighed when her nipples were pressed  in and
pulled, but to her dismay, the Doctor stopped before "the love of God"
reached its peak.  The Doctor turned away, and Angelina decided that
it would be  OK to take matters into her own hands, and did so, taking
only a moment to draw  out the glorious wet sensation.

  This did not go unnoticed by the Doctor, who hoped that the others,
especially  Sister Abigail, had failed to spot her indiscretion. 
True, she had not gone  much past her instructions with her charge,
nor her professional ethics, but in  her heart she wanted it. To do
more: to let the girl know what her joy was, and  share it with her. 
That was against the rules, of course, and might not be  appreciated
by the girl, if she would offer it brazenly.  Certainly, the old 
Sister, and their employer, would not consider it acceptable at all,
and the  consequences of that would be too much to take.

  Angelina was so lovely now that it was hard for anyone to resist her
charms,  if they had any interest in such things.  Sister Abigail
still managed to do it,  but even Christy, with no experience of her
own to entice her, had a hard time  dealing with it.  Unlike Abigail,
she had observed the end of her contact with  the Doctor, and now
found it difficult to remain aloof, to resist, especially  with the
more frequent, sustained contact they had during that summer.

  The extra attention pleased the girl, and she enjoyed the increase
in physical  contact. In her dreams, Angelina was touched and touched
others, and enjoyed it.   She imagined what it would be like to touch
Christy, the Doctor, and even Sister  Abigail, especially with they as
well as herself naked.  Whenever Angelina  thought that Christy's
touches might remain on her breasts, buttocks, or the  most fleeting
and rare, on the hair between her legs, her teacher would pull  back,
and go on with the lesson.  This was frustrating to the girl, who
wanted  something more.  She just didn't know what she was missing,
what more she could  do with her life.

 One hot afternoon, Angelina was working hard at her dance steps,
mixing a bit  of jazz moves into her ballet.  Naked, as usual, and in
the heat, Christy had  undone her outfit, though it still revealed
nothing more than a bit of bare  shoulder, it no longer concealed. 
Especially, it didn't conceal her hard  nipples.  Running up to her
teacher, Angelina pressed her body into her,  deliberately aiming the
sensitive place between her legs at her hand. Christy  did not stop
that, or discourage it. She even stroked her there, gently, while 
Angelina rested between exercises.  Not for long, but more than just a
quick,  fleeting touch, and with Angelina most intensely enjoying the
situation.  Sister  Abigail was away, they were in the barn, and it
just felt safe.  As the lesson  neared its usual end time, Angelina
hugged her teacher.  For the first time that  she could remember,
someone kissed her.  Christy pulled the girl to her, and  kissed her,
first a gentle, chaste kiss, then more intensely, pushing her tongue 
into the girl's mouth.     Angelina had rubbed her lips before, and
tasted her fingers after pushing them  into her body, but this
sensation was something new, more intense than she had  ever imagined
anything could be.  With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the contact, 
the feeling of another's hands caressing her ass, then her breasts,
nipples,  stomach...

  She was sure that finally, she'd have someone touch her place of
pleasure, and  arched back in anticipation.  But the sensations
stopped.  Christy let go of  her, backing away, almost running.  Then,
her teacher stopped and stood, saying  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do
that.  I don't want you to think that I'd do  anything... to hurt you,
to bother you."

  Then, with small tears in her eyes, Christy ran.  Angelina didn't
know what to  do at first, but soon followed, but didn't find her
teacher.  She went into the  woods, hoping she'd find her.  Instead,
she found the pond where she'd swim  often, and the light drizzling
rain encouraged her to jump in and relax,  enjoying herself.  Soon
afterward, her touches on her body gave her peace, and  she hoped that
somehow, she had not done something bad to her only friend.

  Her peace didn't last, as worry returned.  The rain intensified, and
Angelina  lay on her back, legs spread and raised, to let the
sensations there drive  thought from her brain.  She had done that
more often lately, letting the "love  of God" drive away her troubles,
at least for a while.  This time, she wanted  even more intense
sensations, and found a stone, rounded from the water, to push 
against her sensitive places, and into her, filling her.  Not too
deep, but with  the hard stone contrasting with her soft fingers,
mixed with rain.  The  unpredictable rain varied from soft sprinkles
to intense, painful hits, and  Angelina took it all. Time had no
meaning for her, only the pleasure of her  body, the joy of nature's
intense massage highlighting her own directed  attentions.

  When Angelina returned to the house, after dressing, Sister Abigail
was back.   "Where is Sister Christy?  I mean, Christina?" Angelina
asked.

  "She had to go away.  I don't know if she will be able to return
this time,  church business sometimes takes people away suddenly."

  "Did she say anything at all about me?"

  "No.  Oh, she said you were doing well in class, and perhaps, did
not need  more from her teaching."

  For some time after that, Angelina was unhappy.  She hoped that
Christy could  come back, or perhaps, even someone new, if she could
not.  With only Sister  Abigail for regular company, her home seemed
very cold.  In the woods, she could  be free, and enjoy life, and
especially, feel the "love of god" manifest itself  in her.  Had
nothing changed, had no imposition of the outside world come into  her
life, it is hard to guess how the sweet, innocent, lusty girl would
have  turned out.


  End of Part 1


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